Do you witness?
the warm, close knit thing?
The periphery of wrath?
All heads and knee-deep doom
in bloom
the fate of
in bloom
the fate of
a windmill
tied to their arms
Hard ciphers
Hard ciphers
coagulating in rhythm
as the flamingos
as the flamingos
herd to
Siberia
if i ever live my death
dont bury my stars under the water of sorrow
or any nostalgia
that was found in my skirt
bury me insane
and
fluttering
with my indignation
written underneath the eyelids
taking gasps of immortality in
the hells of God's gardens
Siberia
if i ever live my death
dont bury my stars under the water of sorrow
or any nostalgia
that was found in my skirt
bury me insane
and
fluttering
with my indignation
written underneath the eyelids
taking gasps of immortality in
the hells of God's gardens
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